He pulls out just in time

Werner had never felt anything quite like this in his life. Evelyn's tiny body was smooth and soft and her womanhood so tight that it was a wonder that he had been able to fit inside. With every whimper and grunt he was reminded that this angelic young maid had been a virgin just minutes ago. He should be gentler with the poor thing but knowing that he had claimed what no other man could ever have made this so hot. He pushed deep into her again just so he could hear her moan and feel the squeeze of her sheath around his meat as he filled her completely. He wanted to crow like the rooster that strutted around the chicken coop.

Remembering the important role played by the cock in the henhouse reminded Werner that he could not plant his seed inside Evelyn. As much as the thought of her belly swelling with his child excited him, The Verderer did not want his bastard son born and raised on the streets. It was tempting to keep her and her brother on here with him in the townhouse, but with Marielle the way she was, that was just not possible. He could not offer this innocent lass this option; far better she find this Merthin of hers. Any man who lived on Gold Street was in a much better situation to take in these strays than a simple Forester like him. Just a few more strokes. He promised himself this last bit of pleasure, soon enough it will be some other man rutting between Evelyn's smooth legs and stretching her open with his cock.

Christine felt the man's fingers twist into her hair and pull her head back as his mouth claimed her lips possessively. She may be a ruined woman now, but she was the Verderer's woman to use as he wanted, and she could think of far worse fates. Now that the pain was no longer as sharp, she began to see why a woman might seek out a man. A dangerous fantasy of being kept in this dark cell and visited nightly by the Verderer who would use her tender body to satisfy his carnal lusts started to simmer in the back of her mind and she could feel her tight passageway soften even more to accommodate the man's member.

Years ago, in her father's library she found an account of one of her great, great grandmothers. A proud Saxon beauty held captive in her own ancestral holding by the Norman knight whose descendants became the House Gerard. When William the Conqueror doled out the villages, hamlets and holdings to his loyal knights, this unmarried daughter of the former lord came as part of the land grant. Her untouched body awarded along with the rest of the Earls' holdings, cattle and fields to use as the Norman invader pleased. According to the neatly inked account of the manuscript, the newly-landed knight never married this captive maiden, but he fathered three sons and two daughters from her fertile womb. The oldest of these bastards in time was recognized by the lord and inherited his father's lands as his own.

It was, Christine knew, the fate of women in war to be claimed by the victorious. Had she not escaped from her father's castle she'd be serving Prince Henry or his men just like this. Compared to that dishonor, satisfying the earthly needs of a good man like the Verderer did not seem such a terrible fate, even if he came to her night after night, she would willingly spread her legs for him. She clung to the Verderer as he continued sliding in and out of her and found that by rocking her hips in time with his thrusts that she could increase the pleasure she was starting to feel.

When, with a harsh grunt, Master Werner jerked out of her sex the sudden emptiness felt almost as painful as his initial entry, but before she could protest, she felt stream after stream of hot fluid coating her stomach, breasts and even a little on her cheek. With an unexpected understanding she realized how close she might have come to being impregnated by this married man. And, even with that understanding, Christine did not know whether she was relieved or disappointed that she would not be carrying this man's child within her womb.